"Won’t you ride in my rumble seat,Friendly Fountain to have a treatSee the chicks that we can meetIn the door, what should I do,Greeting me was Peggy SueAnd she said, how’s your old wazoo?My love for her has now grown cold,and Peggy Sue’s, grown very old.She now lives in a homein far off San AntoneI know my dream is out of whackFriendly fountain to go backThey probably would be selling crackWe never, no never can go back"